There's nothing like spending a Tuesday night reading a 19th century female bildungsroman to inspire a meal with feminist prowess. In order to make this meal, call to mind the swooning artisan who's paying off his lover's lover's debts (from that Tennyson poem?), and then imagine what that guy's probably not eating. That's what I'm making tonight.
on deck:
lamb chops
farmer's market Swiss chard
blueberries (2 cartons)
$10 bottle Merlot
some sweet potato
some tarragon
some garlic, minced
now the question is: what will I do?
Wednesday, June 24, 2009
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